Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 September 1878 — Page 6

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PEOPLE.

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'IWheayoa grade Pot down the brakes.

%'f'tbe demon of drink has entered your soul. And hi* power la getting beyond your co 3 trol, lAnd dragging you down to a terrible goal, 'f| put down the brakes. Jtamember the adage, "Don't trifle with

Tenijft^'on, you know, isaJways a Ha*.

And leel that yonr ruin is coming at last Put down the brakes. •A Whether for h«nor, for knowledge or gain. You are fast wearing out your body and brain, Till nature no longer can bear th strain,

Put down tbe brakes.

From tbe German of Bauernfeld. THE WINDING-SHEET.

The baby died. ,,, And 1 he mother Hat all day a-weeping. weeping, «at all night a-weeping.

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Then tbe child did come again In its winding-sheet like snow, •fold Its mother: "Lay thee down. See, my garment Is from all thy teats of Eorrow Dampened so, 4 And 1 cannot sleep, my mother!"

Thereupon the child did vanish, And the mother wept no more. —SYLVESTER BAXTEBI

THE END.

The course of the wearied river Ends in the great gray sea I The acorn forever and ever, JL

The^Haurited^HStel

A Mystery of Modern- Venice.

BY WILKIE COULIXS

*4"The Haunted Hotel," Wilkie Collins's last and best story, was commenced in The •Mall, August 21, 1878—Vol, 9, No. 9. Back numbers, Ave cents each, can be had at The

Mail office, or of news agentp in this City "juufi neighboring towns.] •.

,D1 MRTU CHAPTER XII. 'Do you think she is mad Agnes I think she is simply wicked. False, wuperstitlous, iuveterately cruel—but -not mad. I believe her main motive in coming here was to enjoy the luxury of frightening you.' 0 -/ahe has frightened me. I am ashamed Ao own it—but so it is.' 1 »H&nry looked at her, hesitated for a (moment, and seated himself on the sofa ?by her aide. •I am very anxious about you, Agnes,' •he said. 'But for tbe fortunate chance which led me to call here to-day—who dctiDwa what that vile woman might not have said or done, if she had found you ntohe? My dear you are leading a sadly unprotected, solitary life. I don't like itolthlnk of it I want to see it changed— •especially after what has happened to* .day. No! no! is is useless to tell me that you have your old nurse. She is too old «he is uotinyOur tfafck of life—there is no sulllcieut protection in the companionship of such aperson lor a lady in your position. Don't mistake me, Ag nes what I say, 1 say in sincerity of my devotion to you.' He paused and took her Lnmd. She made a feeble effort to withdraw it—and yielded. 'Will thfe iay never come,' he pleaded,"when the prtvelege of protecting you may be mine? when you will be the pride and joy of tny life as long as my life lasts?' He pressed her hand gently. She made no reply. The oolor came and went.on her face her eyes were turned away from ihim. 'Have I been so unhappy as to offend yon?" he asked. 8he answed that-^she said, almost in a whisper, 'No.' •Have 1 distressed you?' 'You have made me think of the sad days that are gone.' She said no more Ahe only tried to withdraw her hand from his Tor the second time, He still held it: he lifted it to bis lips.

'Oh, no!'

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impossible that the 'change in her life' o{ which sKe baSlponC ooald mean tikt she wjfcsaboptto be jnarrsed—and jet he was* conscious 01 perfectly un-

fio matter bow well the track is laid, reasonable reluctance to open the letter. Mlio matter how strong the engine U-made, Their Sves ttfet ifie smiled again. 'Look running OR a downward Address,' she Said. 'You ought to know the handwriting—bat I dare aay don't.'

He looked at the address. It was in the large, irregular, uncertainwriting of a child. He opened ttie tetter instantly^ 'Dear AuntAgnes Our governess Is

governess

going away. -She hae had money left to ner and a honse of her own. we have had cake and wine to drink her health*

Yon promls^ to

Put dowt tbe brakes. jiaf ,-| wanted another. We want yon. am 'J Are you runnln. |E)o you look bac past, .,

IVWV WV WAWAVW* :issw 7* W —_t ma knows nothing about this. Please IK in debt by living toojnast? come before mamma can get another ck with shame on a profitless governeffl

Yonr loving Lucy who

writes this. Clara and Blanche: have tried to write too. Bat they are too young to do it. They blot the paper.' 'Your eldest niece/ Agnes explained, as Henry looked at her in amazement. 'The children used to call me aunt when I was staying with their mother in Ireland, in tbe autumn. The three girls were my inseperable companions—they are the most charming children I know. It lis quite true that I offered to be their governess, if they ever wanted one, on the day when I left them to return to London. I was writing to propose it to their mother just before you came.' 'Not seriously!' Henry exclaimed.

Agnes placed her unfinished letter in his band. Enough of it hail been written to show that she did seriously. propose to enter the household of Mr. and

Mrs. Stephen Westwick as governess to their children. Henry's bewilderment was not to be expressed in words. 'They won't believe you are in earn'Why not?? Agnes asked quietly. •Yon are my brother Stephen's cousin you are his wife's old friend.' 'All the more reason, Henry, for trusting me with the charge of their children.'

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Strives upward to the tree The rainbow the sky adorning Htalnes promise through the storm The glimmer of coming morning

Thi oagh midnight gloom will form By time all knots are riv«n, •T" Complex although they be And peace will at last be given

'But you are their equal your not obliged to gain your living by .tetuching. There is something absurd in your entering their service as a governess!'

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W bat is there absurd In it? Tbe children love me the mother loves me the father has shown me innumerable instances of his true friendship and regard. I am the very woman for tne place, and as.to my education, I must have completely forgotten it, indeed, if I am not fit to teach three children the eldest of whom is only eleven years old. You say I am their equal. Are there no other women who serve as governesses and who are tbe equal of the persons whom they serve? Besides, I don't know" that I am their equal. Have I not heard that your brother Stephen was the nexv heir to the title? Will he not be the new lord? Never mind answering me! We won't dispute whether I am right or wrong in turning governess—we will wait the event. Iam weary of my lonely, useless existence here and eager to make my life useful in the household of. all others In which I should most like to have a place. If you will look again you will see that I have these personal considerations still tp urge before I finish my letter. You don't know your, brother and his wife as well as I do if you doubt their answer. I believe they have courage enough and heart enough to say yes,'

Henry submitted without being convinced. He was a man who disliked all eccentric departures from custom and r6utine, and he felt especially suspicious. Of the change proposed in tbe life of Agnes. With new interests to occupy her mind sne might be less favorably disposed to listen to him on the next occasion when he urged his Buit. Tbe influence of the'lonely, useless existence' of which she combined was distinctly an influence in his favor. While- her heart was empty her heart was accessible. But with his nieces in full pfcisfeeislon of of it, the clouds of doubt overshadow his prospeets. He knew tbe sex well enough to keep these purely selfish perplexities to. hi itself. The waiting policy was especially the policy to, pursue with a woman as sensitive as Agnes. If he once offended her delicaey he was lost. For the moment be wisely controlled himself and changed the subject

'My little niece'9 letter had an effect,' he said, 'which the child never contemplated in writing it. She has just reminded me of one of the objects that I had in calling on you to-day.'

Agnes looked at the enild's lettter. 'How does Lucy do that?' she asked. Lucy's governess is not the only lucky person who haa had money lett her,' Henry answered, 'is your old nurse in the house?' 'You don't mean to say that nurse has got a legacy?' 'She has got a hundred pounds. Send for her, Agnes, while I show you tbe letter.

aid it: he urteu it to nis 11 pa. He took a handful of letters from his •ban I never make you tnlnk of other pocket and looked through them, while laVa than those—of the happier days to Agnes rang the bell. Returning to him come? Orv if you must tnlnk of tbe she noticedf a printed letter among tbe time that is passed, can you not look j$gt whioh lay open on the table. It back to thetimo when I first loved you?' wafe a 'prospectus,' and tbe title of it

She sighed as he put the Question, was 'PalAoe Hotel Company of Venice 'Spare me, Henry, she answered sadly, (limited)' The two words 'Palace

•sS/tio more!' Vcnice,' instantly recalled her mind- to The color rose again in her cheeks her the unwelcome visit of Lady Montbarry. hand tram bled in his. She looked love- 'What is that?' she asked pointing to the ly, with her eyes cast down and her .title. bosom heaving gently. At that mo Henry suspended his search and tueut he would have given everything glanced at the prospectus. 'A really lie had lit the world to take her in bis promising speculation,' he said, arms and kiss her. Some mysterious Large hotels always pay well if they aympathy, passing from his hand to are vfell managed. I know the man bars, seemed to tell her what was ln his who-is appointed to be manager of this mind. She suatch.4 ber hand away hotel when it is opened to. the public, And suddenly looked up at him. The and I have sueh entire confidence In oars were in her eyes. She said neth- him that I have become one of the shareel a or so a him wlthnAt anon!- withnnt The reply did not appear to satisfy warned him—without anger, without unklndness—but still they warned him to press her no* fttether that day. •Only tell me that I am forgiven/ be eaid, as he roee Atom the sofa. •Yes,'sbe ani#sie4*i«ietly» 'you are tforaiven.' •I have not lowera!myself in your estimation, Agnes?'

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Do you vMah me to leave you?' She roee in her turn from the eofife and walked to tbe writing-table before ahe replied. Tbe unfinished letter which fibehad been writing when Lady Montbarry interupted her lay open on the blotting-book. 4* looked at th* letter, and then looked at Henry, that onife that charmed everybody showed itaelf in her to*. 'Yon must not g» jttt Hbm odd •*1 have something to tell yoo. I hardly know how to express iu Tbe abort•st way perhaps will be to let 70a find it out yourself. Yon have been speaking of my lonely unprotected It Is not a very happy lifts Heiuy—-I own thau' She pained, obeervteg the growing anxiety of his expresaaon ai he looked as her, with a shy hatisfhetkm that perplexed him. 'Bo you know that I have anticipated yonr idee?' ahe went on. *1 am going to make a great change In my lift—If yonr brother! Stephen and his wife will only consent

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^Wbv is the hotel called the 'Palace Hotel?1 she inquired. Henry looked at her, and at once penetratedher motive in asking the question. 'Yes,' he said Mt is tbe palace that Montbanr hired at Venice, and it has beeti purchased by the company to be changed into an hotel.'

Agnes turned away In silence and took a chair at the further end of tbe .room. Henry had disappointed her. His income as a younger son stood In need as' she well knew, of all the additions he could mik« to it by suooessfnl speculaliMu«. But she wae unreasonable enough, nevertheless, to disapprove of attempting to make money already out of the house In which Ul brother had* died. Incapable of ndawttnding this purely sentimental view of a plain matter of business, Henry returned to iris papers, in some perplexity at the snriaen chance in the manner of Agnes towards him. £ost ss he found the letter of which he Iras In search the nurse made her appearance. He glanced at Agnes, expecting that ahe would tvpeak first. She never even looked np when the nurse came in. It was left to Henry to tell the old woman why the bell had summoned her to her drawingroom. •Well none,* be said, 'you have had a

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windfkll of luck. Yoo1»ad* leg*cy left yon of a hundred pounds.' The nurse showed no outright signs of exhitation. $be waited a little to get the JfoAbtttafettt^ or tbe legacy well jettJedagihbrfartnir and thea ahe aaid raietly,- 'Master iHeniyu.who givee. P« that money, If yon plcpfltf'. 'My late brother, ^jora Monibatty, givee It toyttt.' (Agnee lfietantlv looked ppi infcerested in the JoaatteT rer the first time. Henry wention. 'His will leaves legacies to the surviving old servants of tbe .family. There is a letter from hla lawyers, authorising yon to apply to them for tbe money.'

In every class of society gratitude is rarest of all human virtues, In the nurse's olass it is especially rare. Her opinion of tbe man who bad deceived and deserted her mistress remained -:the same opinion still, perfectly undisturbed by tbe passing circa instance of the legacy,

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"I wonder who reminded my-lord of the old servants?' she said. 'He would never have.'heart enough to remember them himself I

Agnes suddenly interposed. Nature, always abhorring monotony, institutes reserves of temper as elements in the composition of tbe gentlest women living. Even Agnes could, on rake occasions, be angry. The nurse's view of Montbarry,'a character seemed to have provoked her beyond endurance. 'If you have any sense of shame in yon/ site broke out,'yon ought to be ashamed of what you baVe just said! Your ingratitude dlEgUsts me. I leave you to speak With her, Henry—you won't rnigd it?' With this significant intimation that he too had dropped out of his customary place in her good opin ion, she le^t the room.

The nurse received the smart reproof administered to her with, every appearance of feeling rather amused at it than not. When the door haJ closed this female philosopher winked significantly at Henry. 'There's a power.of obstinacy in young women,' she remarked. 'Mis8 Agnea wouldn't give my lord up as a bad One even when he jilted her. And nbw she'i sweet on him after he's dead. Sayi word against him and she fires up as you stie. All obstinacy! It will wear out with time. Stick to her, Master Henry —stick to her!* '•jShe doesn't seem to have offended you,'said Henry. 'She?'the nurse repeated in amaze ment—'she offended me? I like her in her tantrums it reminds the of her when she was a baby. Lord bless you! when I go to bid her good night she'll giye me a big kiss,' poor dear-r»nd. say, Nurse,I didn't mean it! About this money, Master Henry? If I was young- & I should spend it in dresfr and jewelry but I'm getting too old for that. What shall I do with my legacy when I have got it?' 'Put it out at interest,' Henry suggested. 'Get so muoh a year for it, you know.' 'How much shall I get?' the nurse asked.', 'If you put your £100 into the funds you will get between £3 and,£4 a year.'

The nurse shook her bead..: 'Three or four pounds a year? That won't do! want more'than that. Look here, Mas ter Hfenty. I don't care about this bit of money—I never did like the man who has left it to ma, though be was yonr brother. If I lost it all to-morrow I shouldn't break my heart I'm well enough off, as It is, for the rest of my days. .They say you're,a speculator.1 ^m nij in for a' goed thIng, -there's a dear! Neok or nothing—ana that for tbe fnnds!' She snapped her fingers to exprpsa her contempt for seenrity of investment kt 3 per cent.

Henry prodnced the prospectus of the Venetian Hotel Company. 'You're a funny old Woman,' he sald. 'There, you dashing speculator—there is neck or nothing for you! You must keep it a secret from Miss Agndu. mind. I'm not at all surC thikt she wbtild approve of my helping yon to this investment.'

The nurse took out her spectacles. "Six per cent, guaranteed," she read, "and the directors have every reason to believe that teh per cent., or more, will be ultimately realized to the shareholders by the hotel." Put me into that, Master Henry! And, wherever you go, for heaven's sake recommend the hotel to yonr friends!'

So tbe nurse, following Henry's mercenary example, had her pecuniary interest, too, in the house in which Lord Montbarry had died.

Three days passed before Henry wae able to visit Agnes again. In that time the little cloud between them had entirely pasted away. Agnes received him with even ttoore than ner customary kindness. She was in better spirits than usual. Her letter to Mrs. Stephen Weetwick had been answered by return of post, and her proposal bad been joyfully accepted,' with one modification. She was to visit the Westwicks for a month— and, If ahe really liked teaching tbe children, she was then to be governess, sunt and cousin, all in one—and was only to go away in an event whioh her Mends in Ireland persisted in contemplating—tbe event of her marriage. 'You see I was right,' she eaid to Hen

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was ttill incrtdulotft:' 'Are you really going?' he asked. '1 am going next week.' 'When shall I see you again?' 'You know you are always welcome at your brother's house. You oan see me when you like,' She held out her hand. 'Pardon me for leaving you—I am beginning to pack up already.'

Henry tried to kiss her at parting. She drew back directly. 'Why not? I am your cousin,' he said. •I don't like It,' she answered.

Henry looked at her and submitted. Her refusal to grant him his privilege as a cousin was a good sign—it was indirectly an act of encouragement to him In the character Of her lover.

On tbe flnffday In the Wmk Agnes left London on her way to Ireland. Aa tbe event proved, this wae 'not destined to be the eni| of hef journey. The way to Ireland wafe«only the firatetage on her way to the palace at Venice. [TO BK COYNYUKD.]

LEARN A TRADE.

The moat helpleea men in the workl are the clase or gentlemen whoae education and association make them feel that manual labor ia degrading, and who yet have no profession that will yield them a support. As a last reeort they seek office, but even this reaoaroe Is only a lottery,in which there area hundred ohanoee to one against any one individual. TooprotdtoW*, they are not aahamea to bcg for cloc to beg the eiMceeaftaldemagagute who importune the people for weir votee with flat* tery and rakehoods, It la modi better to learn and follow an honest trade, and pay your booeet debts. !&>' little seven year old baaeballpfeyer, being told of the recent sad aooidantaad Instant death of the calaber who eo nobly fulfilled hie dnty by returning the ball while drawing hie last breath, remarked, 'Weil, I s'poee he wanted a little more fen before he died.'—Boston Transcript.

Syref#. Bplls JanglccL

The firm efShielVkMaeNeil is prstty well known now in the printing line but, as the song Bays. 'When theiy began', they'd too meat in the pan and before tbey wereftUrly on their legs, so to speak, MacNdl went and marriea^alasswithont-a' tocher.* Bbiel had' yearned over this extravagance himself and going down one day- with his partner to tbe old place where they had learned their trade, hearing from the press room the old aweet familiar voice sinxingi tbe old sweet, fsmiliar tunes, Shiers heart throbbed to the measure, and he said to MacNeil, With a big bluah on his broad cheeks, that he euppoeed his partner had forgotten little Jenny Burke, but he, for one, would never forget her while the World went, and be was going in to see her that very day. Whereupon MacNeil began to redden too, and led thejway so readily to the particular press the ybtuig English girl was teed ing, end Jennie met his aj^ proach in such fi shy, trembling, gled confusiou, poor Shiel felt his heart Buddeniy faint within him, and stole away after a minute or two, to be alone with aaingular pang of deeoiation that bad swept over him. When MacNeil joined him, Shiel was himself again, but there was something in his face that led MacNeil to ask him what. was the matter! Had he lost anything? •No—yes,' stammered poor Shiel. then added, pitously: 'Whydidn't you tell me, Mac, that you had kept on with Jennie?. 1 thought it was a bargain that we shouldn't think of marrying till the business was well started.' 'So it was, Shiel,' said Mac 'but you know what a sweet voice Bbe's got. Deuce take me, if it didn't haunt me night and day. You don't know what it is to have a'musicalear and there's no harm in being cheered by a song or two.' •Tush, man!' broke in Shiel. 'Do you love each other?' 'I'mafraidsoSbeil.'

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'Then the sooner she'sout of that nasty press room, the better.' •If yoii*d board with us, Shell, I be lieve we could save money by going to housekeeping and think how nice it would betohaveasnugingleside of our own!'

SbiellflVciif a little from bis proposal, but couldn't find courage to reject it so tbey took rooms near their place of business, and for tbe first twelve month or so, Mac's fiodle was well known in the neighborhood. The boys dropped in for a chorus. three, nights out of lour, and all went merry as a marriage bell, till the feeble pipe of an intent was added to the refrain, which suddenly subdued all other music in its vicinity, .to. the immense delight of Shell, who, not being able to raise a note himself, was somewhat tired ef the melodious conceits of Others. He did not know that tbe child's squeak was .singularly low and sweet, and as it gained volume it also acquired melody. Shiel was disappointed to find the little girl an exact reproduction of her papa, and could not believe that this fate8 had willed she should share his weakness for music. Hedeclared it was the monkey that amused her, whereee the baby's soul was given over to the, hurdjr-gtifdjr.

NoW take the premature and striking proclivity aa a misfortune. Infant prodigies are always more or less a nuisance, and' little Miss Jean's precocity grew to ah alarming extent as the years went by,' Tbe firm of Shiel A MacNeil flonrisbed. Jenny saved tbe pennies, and the only extrayaganoe were in behalf of little Miss Jean, whose waxen face could Only be Coaxed into aglow by tbe aidefsome sort of melody. Andthe older she grow tbe more, her taste expand ed'/sd that after awhile a new piano was manenvered and engineered np the stairs and almost filled Jenny's little .parlor. Many familiar knickknacks bad to go to tne wall or be tucked out of, Bight to make room for this mountain of mahogany. fit's al)urnin' shame,' said one of the boys, 'to give up the dear old fiddle for tbe jinglln' of tbem ivory puppets. Every new peice of Miss Jean's sets a fellow's teeth on edge. One can't have any more fun at Mac's he's hung np his fiddle and his bow and for my part I'm sick to death of the.infant^henontenoh.'

So were the rest of the: cronies—they fell off one by one, and in a few years nonft were left.but Shiel he, poor fellow, sat night after night with bis head up againet the wall, the music going in one ear and out the other, till it seemed to him that he hisd become simply a sort of hollow melancholy tube for the ac oommedation of ecboee.

What conld Mao do, who had alone kept pace with hie daughter, and appreciated to the full her remarkable. proficiency—what conld he do but lohg for a larger, fuller, prodder Scope .for belt The ceilings wereilow in febelr.i hnmWe floor tbe acoustic properties were ep tirely wanting in that cramped but coz vicinity. Alas!'alas! the nest was a1 too small for its fuH»fledged inmat and tbe neighborhood was not what it had been. Mac's business increased day by day. He was getting to be quite a moneyed man, and really an authority in music. Bustaof Beethoven Mozart, Haydn, and all the rest, stared poor Shiel in the face. Look which way be would, the sightless balls of these old masters followed him.

And Jenny, finding that the very walls of the old nest were almost bursting asunder, eonsented at last to move into a line new bouse in a new neighborbood, and have new furniture and new clothes, anew church and minister anew butcher and baker, and, worst of all, some very superior and excellent servant^ who took the whole establishment ontof her hands, and left her high and dry upon the banke of prosperity, with nothing to do but to enjoy herself. And all at once«he became'most miserably. Mr. Mac Neil and hie remarkable daughter stepped ontof of their neat ss tbe blithest, finest, most sagacious of birds, left tbe worthless tenement that has served its puipoee, and began forthwith to scratch and peck and scramble for themselvee in the most natural and praiseworthy way. But poor Jenny stnmbled at every step, and grew more fSatherieaa and forlorn as the years went by. Pretty she was yet, far prettier than her daughter, but this did not seem to win for her tbe admiration «lw most coveted. Poor Jenny would ba*e gladly taken the ponderous form and heavy featarea of Mrs. Delancy Vere, Conld ahe have gained thereby that lady* eeverely critical laate and talent, or the long, bony neck of Mise Perry, It eouldatlll bold tboae wonderfelly high notee which Mr. MBeXTeil admired. Do what she would, the old Meant that wMfoape^ dltf to her husband* ear still dnng to her. 'Don* say "jW for •bete,'Jenny,' exetnletedMr. MaelTe!l *and ratbdo without aaythtegat the Mble tban the letter A, except when it*-one letter many.' fle Jency began to speak only from

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her hnsband any mem, do what would, and didn't care to find favor in tbe aignt of others. It began to be apparent to Jenny thai ahe waa a dog and a txuden to her baaband and bar danghter—nay to the whole world In

which they delighted to live—and there came a tkne wben she resolved no longer to be the^ stumbllng-bfock to their prceperity.

There was a miisiatle at tbe house that nlght, and all! the doors were open. Tbe halls were filled with flowers. some of them brought from the florist 4n tube of wide dimensions and Jenny, in a ridn Mack silk, crouched behind one of these while Mr. Mae Neil was bringing bis daughter down the stairs and into the crowded parlors. Mac's noee was high in the air he waa dressed in the fineet of broadcletb, while the musical prodigy, who Waa now a well-grown young woman, swept along in a rustling white silk that the dressmaker wouldn't let Jenny do even the cording for. On they webt, and Jenny* heart swelled big with pride, then sank with mortification, for two fine ladiee near her, leaning upon the arms of a good-natured-looking gentleman, began all at .once to Cavil at poor Jenny, who had never in ber whole life eaid evil of any bodyj •The mamma appeara to be invisible/ said one of them. They say she is shut up in the coal-bole upon theee occasions and no wonder* when one thinks of the blunders of the poor creature.' 'Perhaps she's in the kitchen.' said the other. *1 have beard that is where Mr. MacNeil first found her.'

Tben up spoke the good naturedJooking gentleman, and .paid that if she could make a good ragout there, her husband ought to rise up and Mil her blessed, for it was a finer accomplishment than any he could remember and one thing was oertain, she was far prettier woman than most of them there that night.

But Jenny did not hear this and if she had, it would not have comforted her.

A little later on, one of their old friends the wife'of a journeymen printer in the dear old neighborhood of the for Baken nest was startled by the appara tion of a comely face, dear to tbe olden time of merriment and song, but nOw blurred with tears and tbe tale shetold, Mrs. M^hane anticipated every word. 'My poor barhie,' she said, 'I knew how 'twould be when I saw Mac's way of going on. His stuck-up airs, and his talk about strophes and symphonies,and outlandish heathenisms boded no good. But so long as I have a roof, you shall share It.'

But Jenny was independent, and soon got a situation far above the one in which she first saw her husband. As luck Would have it. the old rooms Were just vacated. Mrs. M^hane had most of the old furniture so before the month was out Jennie was back in ber nest, but sick at the heart, and sometimes ready to die.

In the meanwhile we must run baok a month to the soene of aetivity where we left Mac with his head high in the air, and tbe skirts of tbe musical prodigy trailing fell a yard beblnd her. Neither of them missed Jenny till the splendid repast was ready, ana the guests wennot disconsolate for the society of their hostess. But now, indeed, it was time Jenny to take her rightful place aim with many an inward prayer tbat ahe would be as little unequal to the .occasion as could be expected of her,' and' resolve to caution ner only to when neoesiary, and a certainty IHI^IA heart that ahe would at least be ple»HMiii to look upon. Mr. MacNeil aw*.• his wife. I needn't say he wailed 1.. vain and, two or three of the servants not being ableto find ber, Mr. MacNeil, in high displeasure, sent Sbeil off with an immediate'order for hfer peremptory appearahce before hied. Shiel hunted high and lowvaud came baok to hla partner with a wild look of alarm inbta face, and his now scanty locks alp^^on *She's clean gonel-i-iiot^aalgil^ofhttrl' sbeaald* ..u n-T odi,

Mr. MacNeil w^s more tluw grieved, for he knew she'd oom6 In.lib eaid, at the fag-ebd of the fWit, ahd spoil everything. 'She's run on't aoa^ei.where,'said poor Mac, little thinking of the nature or her errand. He made an apt exouse to his daughter, and the supper went on successfully. Poor Shell ate never a mouthful, and bls faoe waa aB white and blank as if be had seen a ghost but nobody minded Sbiel. In. truth, Mao* own appetite waa a little frustrated, and aa the-ttight wore away he was heartily glad, to aee tbe people trooping out to their carriages. When all, were gone a little up-stalrs maid, Who bad alwaya been civil to poor Jenny, put a little note into Mac* band aaytng that her miatreae told her not, to give it to him till tbe festivity was over, Mao opened^It with a trembling hand, and zead poor Jenny* ecrawi: 'I'm gone for good and all, dearie. For along time I've seen you and my darling child were beyond me in every thing. I can never*get up to you so please forgive me if I atop by tbe way.

D®BTFR"PERYO,""M" rac

bah'dedHt over to Skeil, and dropinto a cbair as if struck by an .en hand. Tbe air was a little heavy wTtb the breath. of bis artistic gueets who had juat departed, and the scent of tbe exotics sickened bis nostril® the big blaae of light grew dim about him and all be could see for that weary min? ute was tbe sweet face of a young English girl be bsd known and loved almost beyond bis strengtb along time •SO.'

Sbeil bad read tfie note for tbe sixth time, bis face growing more and more distracted and imbecile, and bsd begun to read it over again, when Mac cried out in a broken voice. 'Could any villain be at tbe bottom of this, Shell? —could anyone have tampered with ber

0*Never!'

cried Shiel, Indignantly. 'I'll

answer for that with my life. I know how foolishly faithful she w*s—never an eye or an ear for any bodv else. I know that by experience Many*^tba time I've tried to console her myself for your Indifference.'

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•My wbstf' roared poor Mic. 'Your Indifference and neglect, air!' cried Sbeil, now aroused to the pitch of recklessness. 'She was a pearl of purity and aweet simplicity, but ahe waa cast before swine, air.' 'Shell, you are always more or lees of a fool,'groaned Mao, 'and now yonr clean daft.' Bat he listed to Sblel aa be went on on to give him a piece of hla mind, and took heart aa he gathered Id the evidence of Joncy* wounded love. •She'll be back before twenty-four hours.' laid Mac, 'and well all be tbe happier for tbia little bont.'

Bat twenty-four boars went by, and forty-eight a whole week paaaad away, and no Jenny came to lift the weight from Mac* heart. Shiel advised aim to eecretiy consult the polios, at which Mae revolted, tben succumbed bat with nosaooeas. A fortnight went by, and oven Shiel forgave every fault or M«Xsodwp«CiUMantnnhM row and penilenee. The musical abstraction of Mias Jean served in a meaanre to m^pM bOTj^M^a^ emlmeat sympathy and ooneolation a man can oflsr bat poor Bfac bated tbe tbongbt or sonnd of masks now, and would have no commiseration save that of ShleL which, indeed, partook of so unwearied a nature that Mac dung to it as a drowning man will to a straw.

At the end of a month Shiel declared that journalism was the enly thing left to thdm* He had held it, he said, as a debtitr raaorl, not wanting to set tbe tongues of the world that Jenny so bated wagging in her behalf but her cruel obstinacy had left them no altera •I see,' said Mac—'t^e personal column in the £f«Pdftl. 'Mute it as agonizing as you can, Sbiel. Qod knows it can't bold misery, enough. Tell ber to oome back and riile in every thingmanage tbe money and the business, •m—h the piano, and forbid Jean's marriage to tbe Professor and tell her, Shiel, tbe bouse is 'cauld without ber, and my heart wearies sairi' And here ths tears rolled out of his- eyes, and a lump In his throat stopped his speeoh. •Nonsense,, man,' said Shiel. 'Call you that journalism? Listen here, sir, to the'eunning touch or genius, and tbe lever that moves tbe world.' And hel read forth to the deepondtng partner a1 little paragraph from a prominent newspaper stating the deep regret with which (hey learned that the recent domestic troubles of the eminent musical critic^ MacNeil, had not only proetrated him upon a bed of Illness, where he was now lying in a critical condition, but that his business affairs had become hopelessly entangled, and there was a

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robability of an early sale of bis houseeffacts for the benefit of bis creditors. Among these articles were some musical curiosities, information of of which could be obtained Of Mr. Shiel, Printing-house Squar*-, ,\o. blank. 'And! must go toN blank at once.' said Shiel 'for,If I'm but mistaken, this will fetch her within an hour.'

Shiel had no sooner got seated at his deek than there was a timid knock at the door that sent his heart thumping in anison. Upon the threshold he presently saw a familiar little figure, and heard a broken voioe which the thickness of no ireil eould disguise. She began to Inquire about tbe musical curiosities, while Shiel looked at her eagerly. He said not a word, but there was something in bis face so sad and yearning that Jenny began to to sob. 'Is beso very sick. Shiel dear?' she cried. '6b, take me to him, wicked woman that I am! I have killed—I have killed him for whom I would lay down my life!'

She threw back her veil, and put out both her hands, and Shiel, on the spur of the moment, caught her in bis arms and held her to his heart, excusing the warmth of this embrace by tbe plea that he thought she was fainting.

They found Mao walking about tbe room, somewhat worn and thin, to be sure, and big, greedy, cavernous hollows of grief in his face but as he took Jenny In hla arms, these hollows filled up with joy, and bis who's being seemea to dilate with strengtbjand gladness. •Surely you can't be so,very, very 111, dearie?'. whispered Jennie, looking ooaxingly into his eyes. 'I'im-rni 1 little better,' said Mac, slyly winking at poor Sblel, and kissing her again and again. 'Then1 don't mind being a beggar, dear,' pursued Jenny. 'Let them sell what they will, tbey can't sell you, and we email go and live inobr old nest •again.' ', 'And give over this fine One to Jean and her professor—' said Mac. $

But the creditors—' cried Jenny.' 'There is the only man to whom I owe anything in the world,' said Mac, pointing to Shiel.

Jenny looked about her rather ruefully, and said to Sbiel, 'Can't we go baok to tbe old nest, Sbiel? Can't we all go baok?' Shiel was near the door, and caught both ber hands in his. 'There are no birds in last year* ,nests,' said poor Shiel, and left tbem alone together.—Harper's Weekly,

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